Chapter One

A young girl sprinted down an alley panting hard, ferociously glancing over her shoulder. The man that had been chasing her was no longer in eye sight. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest as she slowed her pace slightly, unsure if she had completely lost the one who followed. Beads of sweat were forming on her brow and her breathing was uneven as she slowed to a brisk walk. Moving towards the back door of a bar. A bar full of lots of people, lots of witnesses.

She glanced over her shoulder once last time, taking a deep breath. No one was there. She sighed unsure of what to do next. She rounded herself back toward the door and collided with a hard, cold body.

Razor sharp teeth smiled in her direction with a black gleam in his eye.

"Now, sweets," the creature said grabbing her arms violently, "All your running made me work up an appetite. What good is that to you?"

Isla James glanced up at the vamp letting her platinum blonde hair fall in her face, hiding her violet blue eyes. A smile played across her lips as she lifted her head shaking her long hair out of her face. "I personally don't like an audience. Thanks for the relocation. I prefer privacy."

Before the vampire could process what she had said, she headbutted him hard forcing him to take a step back. He snarled at her, spitting out blood and lunged as she pulled out a long blade from her olive-green bomber jacket.

She dodged his first run and spun around landing a kick in his chest. His strength and force kept him upright and he brought his forearm across her face, splitting her lip open. She seethed and brought the machete up slicing through his neck. The body collapsed into a pile of trash cans causing a racket.

The noise masked the sound of the other two vampires that were walking up behind Isla. She turned around just in time to be grabbed by one while the other ripped her knife out of her hand and tossed it down the ally towards the now open door at the back of the bar.

Dean and Sam Winchester stood blocking the light from the bar as they watched the girl struggle against the two vampires. Both men had their instincts flaring to help the damsel in distress. It was Sam who noticed first, that she was doing just fine on her own as she ripped away from the grungy vampire holding onto her and decapitated him with a broken piece of steal that had been lying near the trashcans.

Dean rose from picking up the knife that had slid to his feet just in time for the girl, splattered with blood and gore, to rip it out of his hand.

"Thanks, but I need that," she said as she sent it flying right at the last vamp pinning him to the dumpster he was standing by. She grabbed the same steel piece and sent it through his neck, dropping the third and final body of the night.

She huffed, proud of herself and turned to the two baffled males staring at her wide-eyed and impressed. "Sam and Dean Winchester, right?"

She smiled, and Sam was the first to speak.

"Uh yeah," he said his deep voice faltering for only a second, "I take it you're another hunter?"

"Isla James," she extended her hand to Sam and then Dean who cleared his throat.

"That was," he paused still looking for words, "that was something."

"I will choose to take that as a compliment," Isla said gazing into Dean's green eyes.

"How does someone as tiny as you do so much damage?"

Isla glowered at him. Dean stuttered over his words realizing he had insulted the young hunter.

"Look I don't mean to be rude but you're like what a buck ten sopping wet? And you took those vamps out like… well… flawless. I've known some stellar female hunters. But none… none that could do that."

Sam laughed and tried to save his brother from the wrath that was clearly building in the small girl that had fire shining in her eyes. "I think what he is trying to say is that was badass. We don't see solo hunters very often anymore. I think they try to steer clear of the Winchester curse."

"Actually, I was looking for you guys," Isla said as she wiped off blood from her face.

"Looking for us," Dean said, gruffly, "what for?"

She could tell his alert was up and she didn't blame him. She had issues with trusting others too, especially other hunters. She knew the life. She was raised in it. But hunters were some of the most closeminded people out there and she was never quite sure which ones were hunting for the wrong reasons.

"That is actually a long story. Let's get cleaned up and grab a drink and I can explain it." She made sure to roll up her sleeves, so Dean and Sam could see her tattoo knowing that she wasn't possessed. But she fully expected the full interrogation at the motel to make sure she was as she said she was.

Isla, Sam, and Dean sat in a small booth in a little town in Colorado. Isla had changed out of her blood-soaked clothes but kept the olive-green bomber jacket on. Fitted in a loose black t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of black work boots she felt comfortable as she and the guys sipped on beers and snacked on onion rings.

"So, you just happened to be looking for us when you ran into a gang of vamps," Sam asked, "That seems a little coincidental."

"Not really. I was tracking the vamps and they lead me to you. Which means that for some reason they were tracking you."

"We took out a nest a town over. These ones must have heard and came looking for revenge," Dean shrugged it off.

They had already gotten past the pleasantries of who they were and where they came from. Sam was warmer towards Isla, though still on guard. He seemed willing to accept the fact that she was who she said she was. There was something about her that put him at ease.

Dean was having more of an issue blindly accepting that some random girl from South Carolina happened to be a skilled and prestigious hunter. Especially, since he had never heard of her. While there were a lot of hunters that hunted solo, it wasn't a common practice. Almost all of them had hunted with someone at some point and those that hadn't had at least had several encounters with other hunters. Enough for them to have a familiar name. Dean was sure that he had never heard the name Isla James before, nor had anyone talked about a dynamite blonde haired violet eyed hunter. From what he witnessed in the ally, her skills were well honed, and this was not her first time around the block. Her name being unfamiliar was sounding alarms in his head.

"How do you know us?" He asked, not wanting to show his hand just yet.

"Are you kidding," she laughed, "Who hasn't heard of the Winchesters. You guys are freaking famous."

"Hmm," Dean responded taking a long sip from his beer.

"Also, I have totally read your guys books. Did you really bang an angel?" She asked Dean as he spit out his beer and Sam laughed.

"She was a fallen angel, first. Second, we really need to burn all those books."

Deans voice was rough and agitated, but a small weight was lifted when she poked at him, teasing him. It reminded him of someone he knew but he wasn't sure who. Her tone made her seem like one of the guys. Someone that he could share war stories with.

"What did you need our help with," Sam asked.

"I got in a tight spot with a witch back in Portland and she took a family heirloom from me that I really need back. I had always heard that it had magic in it, but I thought it was just a myth. I want it back for mostly sentimental reasons. But it must have some purpose if she was willing to slaughter half a small town to get it. I don't know what it does but whatever it is can't be good."

"Why not gank the witch when you had the chance?" Dean moved forward reaching for the last onion ring. He gloated that Isla hadn't been able to kill the witch. Maybe she wasn't as strong as she lead them to believe.

"I thought I had. But somehow, she didn't stay dead. I am not sure exactly what happened. All I know is she was dead and the next night she had me bound, took the heirloom, and disappeared. I managed to break the spell a day and a half later, but she was long gone and none of my tracking has yielded any results. I figured if anyone could help me it would be you guys."

"Why should we care? Why should this be a priority for us," Dean huffed, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Stop the act, Dean. If this witch is slaughtering entire towns it is the kind of thing we should try to stop," Sam turned to Isla, "What was the heirloom."

"Just a pendant. It was passed down through my family on my mother's side."

"Okay. We can help but it might take us a day or two to figure out how to track her down," Dean said.

Isla hesitated, but wanted the guys to trust her and knew there was one piece of information she needed to share with them before they went on this mission. It would be bad enough if they figured out where she had really been over the past several years. They had a right to know who she really was.

"There's one thing that you should know about me before we get going."

Dean and Sam looked at each other bracing themselves for impact.

"I'm Bobby Singers daughter."

Whatever the two had expected her to say. It wasn't that. Dean worked through his head all the fallacies of that statement. It was a well-known fact that Bobby didn't have any children. It had been Sam and Dean that had been there for him. They were his children. They were his only family, right down to the end. Who the hell was this girl?